Maybe its my wife?

Chapter 83

I have to recalculate. I am obviously using one set of metrics and those who are coming to my house are using another set of metrics. I have the expectation that everyone is as busy as I am, and they are, ... unless. Unless you give them something, that they find irresistible. Then all bets are off. Everyone I have invited into the house or over for a coffee, ends up staying for hours and hours, and it is wonderful . . . and a bit disconcerting because I mentally made all these other plans to accomplish after the 30 minute coffee or the one hour meal was over, because people are as busy as I am. Something at play here is irresistible.

Maybe it is my wife? I know I find her irresistible! She pretty much captivates any audience that comes her way. She is vivacious and interesting and gracious. That equals irresistible in the modern world, filled with people only interested in themselves. Brenda’s lack of obsession with herself alone is enough to capture most people’s imagination and interest. Maybe it is me? That one is more difficult to get my mind around. I mean, I know I am interesting and have great stories, but I don’t have any graciousness and little vivaciousness. And I smoke cigars all the time and stink the place up, I mean come on!

Maybe it is just that combined, we are an oasis for people? That might make the most sense overall. The effect of Brenda and me together in our space evidently is working some magic in people’s lives. We like that, a great deal in fact, but we gotta change our expectations to being the oasis, rather than the express lane.